November 6, 2007
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THEY'RE ALWAYS THERE
Faithful to a Tee,
In darkness and daylight,
They're there for me,
Nearby heights are my sight,
North and South Table Mountains I can see.
Through smog and late afternoon,
The mysteries of shifting shadows,
Enchanted this child, a boon,
That only this child knows.
Most of the time they're to be seen,
Through wires and poles,
A screen,
To filter the wild from us moles.They're there for me,
In all their beauty and mystery,
But this vagrant,
Does the impressionist bit you see,
Here in town where a tree he can see.
Thus,
Comments (4)
The gold color on the trees is so awesome. I enjoy the beauty of the mountains when we're not driving those grades in an RV! I got to the point where I like flat country. But seriously. I love mountains.
I would like to come to CO when the Aspens turn.
Ah yes, "Thus!"
Trees are turning, leaves soon will be burning.
Mountains in the mornings,
Birds welcoming this dawning.
Doesn't exactly rhyme but then that's your forte.
Ava
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